Losing at Strip Mario Kart to my Sister

[jllash]

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My heart sank, but I knew I had to play along. "What do you want?" I asked, bracing myself for whatever she had in store for me.

Jessica leaned in closer, her voice a whisper. "I'll give you the same terms, if you beat me five times in a row I'll delete the video. And if you lose, I have another task for you. Also I want to add a new rule."

I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way my heart was racing. "What's the new rule?" I managed to ask.

Jessica's smile was a mix of excitement and mischief. "Oh, it's simple," she began, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of her latest idea. "Every lap, each of us has to yell 'Pitstop,' drop the controller, and run out of the room and back."

My stomach churned with dread as the full weight of her proposal sank in. "But why?" I asked, hoping there was some loophole, some way out of this humiliating twist.

Jessica's smile grew more wicked with each passing second. "Because it'll be hilarious," she said, her eyes gleaming. "And because it'll be even more of a challenge for you to win. After all, you can't just sit there hiding your... assets, can you?"

The room felt suddenly too small, the air thick with tension. I knew she had me by the balls, quite literally, and she wasn't about to let go. I took a deep breath and nodded, resigned to my fate. "Fine," I said through gritted teeth.

The race was back on. I resumed my leaning forward posture for some modesty, but when the race started Jessica wasted no time in performing the new rule. Right as the countdown finished, she shouted "Pitstop!" and bolted from the couch. I took advantage of the distraction, focusing on the game with a fiery determination. I had to win. I had to beat her.

My thumbs danced across the controller, but I couldn't stop my eyes from darting between the TV and the doorway to catch a glimpse of Jessica's bare legs flashing past, the fabric of her shirt riding up with each stride. It was a distraction, but I knew better than to let it throw me off. I had to keep my eyes on the prize.

As we approached the next lap, I realized my mistake. If I didn't stop, I'd be disqualified from this ridiculous 'Pitstop' rule, but doing so in the middle of a race would cause me to lose all my speed. I took a deep breath, gritted my teeth, and yelled "Pitstop", tossing my controller onto the couch. The frustration was palpable as my character on screen skidded to a halt, my heart racing with anticipation and dread. I had to get up and do it too.

Jessica watched with a smirk as I reluctantly took off at a sprint, my bare feet slapping against the carpet, the chill sending a shiver up my spine. I couldn't help but feel incredibly self-conscious of my nakedness, especially knowing Jessica was watching. I sprinted past the doorway while trying to cover my butt with one hand and my penis with the other, turning on my heel to rush back into the room and continue the race.

The game didn't wait for me, and by the time I had grabbed my controller, Jessica was already in the lead. She had figured out the perfect timing to run and return, giving her the advantage she needed. I could see her eyes flicker with amusement as she watched me run back to my controller.

The second lap came, and I was ready to yell 'Pitstop'. Before Jessica could do it, I yelled it first, hoping to throw her off her game. To my surprise, she yelled "Pitstop" immediately after me, and she was close behind me as I bolted through the doorway.

As I turned to sprint back into the room, Jessica's body slammed into mine, pushing me off balance. My hands flailed in the air, trying to right myself, and in that moment, I was completely exposed to her. I could hear her laughter as I tried to regain my footing.

"What the hell, Jessica?" I shouted, my face reddening with rage and embarrassment.

"Just keeping things interesting," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she takes a wide stance in the doorway, blocking my path back to the game.

I try to push past her but she holds firm, her hands planted on my chest and shoulder, pushing me back. She's stronger than she looks, and the shock of it catches me off guard.

"Jessica, seriously, let me go!" I demand, but she just laughs, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She's enjoying this way too much.

Her laughter turns into a shriek as I make another attempt to push past her. This time, I'm more determined, my muscles tense and I make a leap to get past her, but she's ready for me and she lunges forward with surprising agility, wrapping her arms around my hips, pulling me to the ground.

I land on my butt and the impact is jarring, and the coolness of the floor is a stark contrast to the heat of my cheeks. Before I can recover, Jessica is on top of me, her legs straddling mine, her hands pinning my wrists to the floor. Her shirt has ridden up even higher, revealing a sliver of her stomach, and I can see a hint of her panties peeking out.

"Get off me," I grunt, trying to push her off. But she's surprisingly strong, and she's enjoying this far too much to let me go.

"Look at you, my naked little brother, pinned down by his big sister." She teases. I feel a strange mix of anger, embarrassment, and something I can't quite identify as she looks down at my helpless form, my penis exposed and vulnerable. Her weight presses down on my limbs, keeping me pinned, unable to cover myself.

I squirm to break free, but it only serves to make my soft penis jiggle, much to Jessica's amusement. She laughs, her eyes glinting with mischief as she watches my struggles. The feeling of her legs straddling mine, her soft thighs against my bare skin, sends a jolt of... something... through me. Panic, maybe, or something else entirely.

"Come on," she taunts, her voice low and teasing. "You can do better than that."

I squirm harder, my body straining against her grip. Each movement sends a fresh wave of humiliation crashing over me as my penis jiggles uncontrollably. Jessica's eyes widen with delight at the sight, and she giggles, the sound of her amusement echoing through the room. The struggle becomes a silent dance, my body writhing beneath her as she maintains her grip, her thighs pressing into me, making it impossible to ignore the sensations that are starting to stir.

Before I know it, the panic and embarrassment morph into something else entirely. My penis swells, filling with blood, and it's as if it has a mind of its own. It grows, straining against her, and the next time I buck my hips, it slams against her panty covered pelvis, making her gasp. The shock on her face is instant, her eyes going wide, the laughter dying in her throat.

I take advantage of her momentary surprise, pushing against her with all my strength. She's caught off guard, and for a second, her grip loosens. It's all I need. With a grunt, I manage to break free from her grasp and stumble back to the couch, snatching up my controller with trembling hands. My heart is racing, not just from the exertion of the struggle, but from the intense and confusing feelings that just surged through me. I try to compose myself, my eyes locked onto the TV screen, I have to win this bet.

Jessica recovers quickly, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and something else. "Oh my gosh I can't believe you got a boner," she teases, her voice thick with amusement.

My cheeks are on fire, and I can feel the heat spreading across my neck and chest. "Shut up, it's just... it's just..." I stumble over my words, unable to come up with a suitable excuse.

Jessica just laughs, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she takes her place on the couch. "It's okay, little bro," she says, her voice dripping with condescension. "I know it's 'hard' to handle all this excitement, especially when you have a sister that looks this hot," she teases further.

I clench my fists and take a deep breath, focusing on the game, my erection subsiding. I can't let this get to me. I have to win, for my dignity. We resume the race, and I retake the lead. As soon as I reach the final lap I yell 'Pitstop', jump up, and sprint again. This time, I manage to avoid her and make it back to the couch, my heart racing as she follows soon after. I see her race back from the corner of my eye, her breasts bouncing beneath her shirt. I'm not going to let myself be distracted by that, I tell myself firmly.

But Jessica has other ideas, suddenly she's in front of the TV, blocking my view. But she doesn't just stop there. With a wicked glint in her eye, she lifts her shirt up, revealing her bare midriff and her bra containing her breasts and yells, "Distraction Bra!"

The shock of the sudden exposure sends a jolt through me, and without thinking, my car on the screen sails off the track into oblivion.

"What the...?" I splutter, unable to tear my gaze away from Jessica's bare midriff and the curve of her bra.

Her eyes sparkle with victory as she zooms back to her seat, dropping her shirt back into place with a smug flourish.

My eyes dart back to the TV screen, my heart racing. She has passed me and the race is almost over. "You cheated," I accuse, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.

"Cheated? Oh no, I just used a perfectly legal power-up," Jessica giggles, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she crosses the finish line.

The defeat sinks in, and I can't believe it. I lost the first race. The bet is five wins in a row, and she's already won. A thought briefly passed through my mind: had she been intentionally losing in the previous races? Before I could consider that possibility she spoke up.

"Alright, time for your forfeit," her voice smug.

"What do you want?" I ask, already dreading her answer.

My stomach dropped as she held up her phone, already recording. "You have to do the chicken dance, butt ass naked," she says, her eyes gleaming.

"Jessica, please, not another video," I beg, feeling a new wave of embarrassment wash over me. The thought of more of my humiliation being captured for eternity is almost too much to bear.

Her smile widens, and she tilts her head, considering my plea. "Oh come on, it's just a little chicken dance," she says, waving her phone in front of my face. "It'll be hilarious."

I close my eyes, feeling the heat of embarrassment burning through me. But I have to admit defeat, at least for now. With a heavy sigh, I nod, knowing that this is the price I must pay for losing.

Jessica counts down from three, her laughter echoing in the room as she starts filming. "One, two, three," she says, her voice filled with glee.

The music starts playing and I take a deep breath and stand, my face burning. I have to go through with it. I start the chicken dance, flapping my arms and bobbing my head, my bare ass cheeks clenching and releasing with each movement.

Jessica's laughter fills the room, the camera capturing every humiliating second of my dance. She's not just watching, she's egging me on. "More, more!" she cackles, her phone pointed directly at my crotch.

The music speeds up, and so does my dance, my penis bobbing to the beat. It's a dance of defeat, each flap of my arms and wiggle of my hips a testament to the power she holds over me. The room feels smaller, the air heavier, as I perform for her amusement. I've never felt so exposed, so vulnerable.

Jessica's eyes are glued to the phone screen, watching my every move with a mix of surprise and delight. She hadn't expected me to get a boner during the struggle, and the look on her face when she saw it was priceless. It's like she's found a new toy to play with, and she's eager to see how I'll react to each new humiliation she throws my way. She can't believe she's got her little brother naked and dancing like a fool in the middle of the living room, and the thought of showing the videos to her friends sends a shiver of excitement down her spine.

The dance ends with a flourish, and I drop my arms to my sides, panting.

"Please, Jessica, don't show that to anyone," I beg, my voice desperate.

"Oh, don't worry," she says, her eyes still glued to the phone screen as she reviews the footage. "I won't show anyone, except for Brittany. For now."

The mention of Brittany makes my stomach twist into a tight knot. "Fine," I say, resigning to my fate. "But just her, and only if she swears she won't tell anyone."

Jessica rolls her eyes, a smug smile playing on her lips. "You're not exactly in a position to be making demands," she says, smirking at my uncovered penis. I hastily cover it with my hands, feeling the heat of embarrassment spread across my body.

"Anyway, it's getting late, I'm calling it quits for tonight", she says.

"Come on," I protest. "We can't just stop now, not with the videos out there. I need more chances"

Jessica shakes her head, her smirk never leaving her face. "Oh, don't worry, little bro," she says. "We'll play again. But not tonight." She stands up and stretches, her shirt riding up to show a little more of her stomach than before.

Her mind races with ideas for the next forfeit she could make him agree to. The possibilities are endless, and she can't wait to explore each one. She feels a sense of power she's never had before, and it's intoxicating. She's always been the more popular one, the one who got what she wanted, but this is something entirely different. This is raw, unfiltered power over someone else's dignity, and she loves it.

[Lola]

It's awesome how You distracted your sister with your erection touching her... I loved that part. Brilliant!

Also the pitstops idea is great! So funny that he needs to run naked. You're a smart writer

[Jeepman89]

I love how she is in total command at this point no matter what.

[NudeBaG]

I’m very happy with the way this story is progressing!
I love seeing fresh stories continuing with regularity!

[jllash]

Fast forward to a week later, and the anticipation is killing me. Jessica is back for another visit, and I'm more determined than ever to win and get those videos deleted. I've been practicing in secret, getting better at Mario Kart.

"So, what's the bet this time?" I ask her, trying to keep the nervousness out of my voice as we sit down in the living room.

Jessica grins, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I've been thinking," she says. "How about we return to strip rules? If I win, you have to remove an article of clothing. If you win, I remove an article of clothing." she pauses, her smile widening, "If I get down to my underwear, and if you win again I'll delete the videos. Sound fair?."

I study her face, trying to figure out the angle. It seems too straightforward, too easy. There's got to be a catch. "And if I win after that?" I ask, my voice tentative.

Jessica's smile turns into a full-blown grin. "Putting the horse before the cart there," she says, her voice dripping with challenge, "You really think you can win that much? Why don't we wait until you get that far before we decide."

I gulp, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and fear. "No way," I reply, trying to match her confidence. "I don't want you backing out at the last minute. Let's make things crystal clear." I swallow hard, "If I win enough to get you to delete the videos, then you need to put your dignity on the line. Like, if I keep winning then your underwear needs to start coming off."

Jessica's smile widens, and she nods. "Alright, deal," she says, "But remember, you're playing against the champion. Say it."

Feeling a strange mix of dread and determination. "Yes, I admit it," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "You're the champion."

Jessica laughs, the sound echoing through the room. "Good boy," she says, patting me on the head with a smug look on her face. "Now, let's get down to business, shall we?"

We sit back down on the couch, the air thick with tension as we pick up our controllers. The race begins, and we're both evenly matched, our skills having improved over the week of anticipation. The first few races go back and forth, each of us claiming victory, stripping away our remaining clothes until we're both down to our underwear.

The moment of truth comes in the next race. The tension is palpable, and my heart is racing as we both cross the finish line at almost the same time. I lean in closer to the screen, watching as the results pop up. I cheer as I realize I've won.

Jessica's smile falters, and she looks at the screen with a mix of surprise and disbelief. "No way," she murmurs, staring at the TV as if willing the result to change.

"Yes way," I say, grinning. "You lost, and you know what that means."

Jessica's eyes narrow, and she slumps back into the couch. "Alright, I'll delete the videos," she says, her voice begrudging. "But only from this phone. You know I have backups."

My heart sinks. Of course she would have backups. She's not one to give up her leverage that easily. I know she won't delete them just because I won that race, but I need to get them gone.

"What can I do to get you to delete the backups?" I ask, trying to keep the desperation out of my voice.

Jessica looks at me, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Well," she says, pausing for dramatic effect. "They're not up for grabs, sorry. There's nothing you can offer me that would change that, they're just that treasured to me."

Her words hang in the air like a noose tightening around my neck. I sigh in defeat, knowing I've lost despite winning the race. I'm at her mercy, and she's not the type to be merciful. But I'm not ready to give up. I can't let her win. I need to find a way to turn the tables, to get her to delete those videos. Maybe if I win enough to strip her naked I can use that as leverage to get her to delete them. I have to keep playing.

"You know what?" she says, a wicked glint in her eye. "We're both down to underwear, let's make this more interesting. If I win the next one, instead of you stripping, let's make it a forfeit."

My heart skips a beat as I feel a cold dread wash over me. "What kind of forfeit?" I ask cautiously.

Jessica's smile turns predatory. "If I win, you let me tie you up," she says, "Only for an hour, and to sweeten the pot I'll remove both my bra and panties if you win."

My mind races. Why does she want me tied up? This does sound like a good deal for me, the chance to get Jessica completely naked in one win is tempting. Plus, at least I won't have to be naked. I nod hesitantly, trying to play it cool despite the racing thoughts.

We set up for the next race, our bodies tense with anticipation. The green light flashes on the screen, and we're off again. I play cautiously, not wanting to make any mistakes, while Jessica seems to be playing more aggressively, eager to claim her forfeit. The race is tight, but she manages to pull ahead.

As we approach the final stretch, I throw a blue shell at her character, but she dodges it with a perfectly timed mushroom boost, and I feel my stomach drop. With a smug smile, she crosses the finish line first. I lost.

"Alright, loser," Jessica says, standing up from the couch. "Time to pay up."

I reluctantly follow her. "Where do you want me?" I ask, my voice shaking slightly.

Jessica walks to my bedroom and her eyes settle on the bed. "I think you'll be most comfortable here," she says, her tone commanding.

With a sinking feeling, I sit on the edge of the mattress as she pulls out a set of handcuffs from her bag. "Really?" I ask, trying to keep the fear out of my voice.

"You agreed to the bet," Jessica says, her voice cool and unyielding as she snaps the first cuff around my wrist and attaches it to the bedpost. She's enjoying this way too much. I feel the first stirrings of panic as she secures my other wrist to the opposite bedpost. She then moves down to my ankles, each one getting a similar treatment. I'm stretched out like a starfish, my body taut and exposed.

As she tightens the last cuff, I can't help but feel a strange mix of fear and excitement. I've never been in this kind of situation before, and while I'm not thrilled about it, I can't deny that there's a part of me that's... curious. She steps back to admire her handiwork, her eyes roaming over my bound form with a smug smile. Only a pair of boxers remain to protect my modesty.

Jessica climbs onto the bed and sits between my bound legs, her fingers playing with the waistband of my boxers. "So, what should I do with these?" she asks, her voice dripping with mock innocence.

I gulp, trying to keep my cool. "Leave them," I reply, my voice strained. "The bet was to be tied up instead of stripping."

Jessica's smile widens, and she shakes her head. "Oh, I know," she says, her fingers continuing to play with the fabric. "But you're forgetting one thing. I'm the champion here, and there's nothing you can do to stop me from yanking these off."

I swallow hard. "That's not fair," I protest, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.

Jessica just chuckles, "Life's not fair, little bro," she says. She slowly lowers my boxers an inch, watching my face intently for a reaction.

I panic, my heart racing. "Wait wait wait wait," I plead, my voice strained and I struggle against the cuffs.

Jessica's smile widens, and she leans in closer, her fingers pausing their descent. "What's wrong?" she asks, feigning innocence.

"It's just..." I reply, my voice tight, no words come to me.

Jessica's eyes light up with mischief. "Oh, I know what's wrong," she says, leaning closer. "You're just a little nervous, aren't you? Maybe I need to give you a countdown?" Jessica says, her eyes dancing with excitement. She starts to count down from five, and with each number, she pulls my boxers lower, revealing more of my bare skin.

"Five... four... three... two..."

My heart hammers in my chest as Jessica counts down, her grip on my boxers tightening. I squirm against the restraints, my breaths coming in shallow gasps. This isn't what I had in mind when I agreed to this bet.

"One!" she yells, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

My body tenses, bracing for the inevitable, but instead of the expected pull down, Jessica yanks my boxers up with surprising strength, giving me a wedgie so intense I see stars. I yelp in shock and pain, my eyes watering as the fabric digs into my ass crack.

"Oh, did I go too fast?" she asks, her voice dripping with mock concern as she holds the waistband of my underwear tightly, the fabric stretched up to my chest. The pressure is unbearable, and I can feel my penis being squeezed and in a way that's definitely not comfortable.

"Jessica, please," I groan, trying to squirm away from her, but she's got me in a tight spot, quite literally.

Her eyes dance with mischief as she watches my face contort with pain. "What's wrong?" she asks, her voice sugary sweet.

"Please," I grit out through clenched teeth. "Stop wedging me."

Jessica's eyes light up with mischief as she tightens her grip on the elastic band of my boxers. "Oh, so you don't like that, huh?" she taunts, her voice dripping with amusement. "What do you want me to do with these then?" she asks, her tone mockingly innocent as she tugs them upward again.

"Pull them down," I beg, the desperation clear in my voice.

Jessica's smile widens, "If you insist," she obliges with a dramatic flourish, yanking my boxers down to my ankles. My penis, flaccid from the pain, springs free, and she can't help but gasp with a hint of delight.

"Oh my Gosh, I forgot it really is so... small," she says, her voice a mix of mock surprise and amusement. She leans closer, her eyes glinting with victory as she takes in the sight of my bare genitals.

My face burns with humiliation. "Jessica, please," I beg, my voice strained with embarrassment.

Jessica laughs, a sound that seems to fill the entire room. "Look at you," she says, her eyes dancing with amusement as they rake over my exposed body. "So desperate to win that now you're stuck here exposed and naked."

My mind reels. I never thought it would come to this. I should have known better than to bet my shirt, my dignity, against Jessica. She's always been the crafty one, the one who could sweet talk her way out of any situation. But now, I'm the one who's lost everything. Literally.

Her eyes are glued to my naked body, and I can't help but feel a strange mix of fear and arousal. This is yet another time she's seen me like this, so vulnerable and at her mercy. The power dynamics in our relationship have shifted dramatically in the past week, and she's reveling in it.

Jessica stands up and walks around the bed, eyeing me like a cat eyeing a trapped mouse. "You know, this just goes to show that you shouldn't bet your shirt," she says, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You always were too eager to win."

Her eyes glint with mischief and before I can even process what she's doing, she's already dialing Brittany's number, the phone pressed to her ear.

"Hey, Britt, it's Jessica," she says, her voice filled with excitement. "Guess what? The plan worked like a charm!" She giggles into the phone, and I can feel my face heat up as I realize what's going to happen next. "You've gotta come over and see this," she says, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yep, I'll see you in a bit."

I struggle against the cuffs, my heart racing. "Jessica, no," I hiss, my voice strained. "You can't do this to me."

But Jessica just laughs, the sound taunting and cruel. "Oh, but I can," she says, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Brittany's been dying to see you like this."

The doorbell rings, and Jessica skips over to answer it, leaving me alone with my humiliation. I can hear the muffled sound of their greetings, and then they both come into the room. Brittany's eyes widen in shock, but there's also a flicker of something else in there—curiosity, maybe even excitement.

Jessica grins, turning to Brittany. "Do you like your birthday present?" she asks, her voice a mix of smugness and excitement.

Brittany's eyes widen even more, taking in the sight of me, tied to the bed, naked and helpless. "Oh my god, Jess," she gasps, her hand flying to her mouth. "I can't believe it worked."

Jessica laughs, "It's all thanks to my little bro here," she says, patting my bare thigh. "So eager to win his dignity back he was willing to bet it all."

Brittany steps closer to the bed, her eyes drinking in the sight of me, bound and exposed. "This is the best birthday present ever," she says, a hint of glee in her voice.

"Did you guys plan this?," I ask, the realization dawning on me.

Jessica's laughter fills the room. "Well, we did," she says, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Brittany here came up with the idea of getting you tied up."

Brittany giggles, her cheeks flushing with a hint of shyness. "I never thought it would actually happen," she says, her eyes locked on my bound form.

Jessica winks at her friend. "Well, thanks to my superior skills at Mario Kart, here we are," she says, her voice dripping with pride. Brittany nods, her eyes still on me.

"But seriously, Jess, how did you get so good?" I ask, the desperation in my voice barely concealed.

Jessica winks at me, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Well, little bro," she says, leaning down so her face is level with mine, "I had to step up my game. You've always been the one to win, and I just couldn't let that stand, could I?" The smugness in her voice is palpable, and it only makes my stomach turn more. "I read some online guides," she continues, her voice taking on an air of pride, "And let's just say I put in a lot of practice."

The doorbell rings again, and Jessica jumps up from the bed, and skips out of the room. "Looks like we've got more company," she calls over her shoulder, and I can't help but feel a sinking dread in my stomach. Who else could she have invited to witness my humiliation?

Moments later, she returns, this time she's fully dressed again, but with one more of her friends, Rachel, who is shocked to see me tied to the bed, but her expression quickly turn to amusement and she giggles behind her hand.

"Who's the naked guy?" Rachel asks, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she looks me over.

"That would be my brother," Jessica says, her voice filled with amusement. "He lost a bet and now he's paying the price."

Rachel's eyes wide with excitement. "What was the bet?" Rachel asks, her voice curious.

"Strip Mario Kart," Jessica says with a grin. "He thought he could beat me, but look at him now."

Rachel bursts into laughter, and I can feel my face heat up with embarrassment. This is a new level of humiliation, and I'm not sure how much more I can take.

"Happy birthday, Britt!" Rachel says, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she approaches the bed. "What a unique way to celebrate!"

Brittany giggles, her cheeks flushing with excitement. "I know, right?" she says, looking back at Jessica. "Jessica is the best."

The room feels like it's closing in on me as the three girls start to crowd around the bed, their eyes devouring every inch of my naked, bound body. Rachel reaches out and pokes my stomach, and I can't help but flinch. "He's so cute," she says, her voice filled with mirth. "But why stop at just tying him up?"

Jessica's eyes light up with glee at Rachel's suggestion, and she claps her hands together. "Oh, I've got just the thing," she says, disappearing into her room and returning with a blindfold.

My heart sinks as she leans over me, her breasts brushing against my bare chest as she ties the blindfold around my eyes, plunging me into darkness. "What's the plan?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

Jessica giggles, her voice echoing in the sudden silence. "You'll find out," she says, her tone playful. "But don't worry, it'll be something you'll never forget."

[Lola]

Great chapter! I really loved the way she always outsmart him and how she remove his underwear

[DrWhoFanJ]

She promised to remove her bra and knickers. That doesn’t mean he’ll get to see what’s under them, especially if he’s still blindfolded the whole time!